i remind self of this. over and over. when trying to understand them. Yes, each is very singular. it's true. but with Goats, it's the Herd. even though they live here in this artificial world, every single cell of their bodies whispers…herd….Us. for Goats, their existence depends on the sense of herd. the wellbeing of newborns depends on the sense of the herd and the newborns learning first and fast their place in that herd. no single mother can protect. the herd protects what can be protected.
So…today was some of a bust. the Old Cowboy's lifelong friend came to visit and a big chunk of time was spent with that. but it was interesting for me to listen to self talk, tell about them and about what i have learned and hope to learn. so…in it's way, it was ok or even good.
there is a hole in the cucumber patch. it's big. almost 3". Whose?????????????????
and FINALLY. the Purple deMilpa Tomatillos sprouted. as are all, or really some, of the flower seeds in the Child Buddha garden. i'd wondered.
Mexican Elderberry begins to bloom. ohhhhh and eeeeee, the fragrance. if anyone knows the scent of Boxwood…then this. and a black throated hummingbird comes. different. maybe due to the climate changes here?
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